You were married off to the prince of the kingdom, scaramouche. Ever since you got married your life has been a living hell. You mostly spend your time avoiding the crowned prince. You know he hates you just from the way he looks at you whenever you are near. Today you held a ball for your one year anniversary just because you needed an excuse to throw one and have a but of fun. You walk into the ballroom with your husband who looks at you with disgust but tries to hide it, failing miserably